[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

It was a sleepless night for Freya.

After hastily washing, she lay on the bed tossing and turning.The panoramic starry sky map on the ceiling rotates slowly, and from time to time, small stars burst into brilliant splendor.

She stared at this mysterious picture and immersed her thoughts in it.Then everything went away, the footsteps on the floor, the whispers of people, the movement of the air, the falling of leaves, all sounds disappeared from her ears.Only the stars remain.

Freya rubbed her necklace, staring at one of the bright stars, and exhaled lightly.

The world is quiet, and memories rise from the dust.

She remembered flying in the sky with her compatriots when she was still in her native land. Those huge wings covered the sky and swept across the sky, reflecting the brilliance of the blue stars sinking to the edge of the earth.

She thought of the small messages from the distance blown by the high-altitude wind, those sounds were like soft feathers, like silk and satin woven by nature, carefully and densely folded into thousands of layers, passing by her ears.

She remembered the first time she learned about shapeshifting when she was a child, because she had just met the inhabitants of the next planet, and she turned herself into a small clawed fish, so frightened her father that he wanted to hold this soft little thing under his wings Down.

She remembered how she cried so badly when she changed her teeth, but then excitedly showed off the shape of her baby teeth to her companions, and learned to forge those long sharp blades into smooth and beautiful weapons with her own hands.

She thought of her mother's eyes that were golden but so gentle, her father's heavy but powerful heartbeat, and the dry cave.

She thought of carefree, warm, and safe.

"You always think too badly of others." At that time, she was acting like a baby with her mother.

"And you, you are a naive fool." Fiona arched her slender neck and kissed her cheek.

Then she thought of parting.

"Don't forget who you are," the elder sprinkled the halo of blessing on her body, "don't forget your mission, don't forget your homeland."

"May your fingers be safe," he said.

"May your thoughts be at peace," Freya said.

One of the elders flew towards Oa Star with them who had just grown up.

When she arrives on Earth, she always feels happy, but sometimes, very rarely, there will be gaps in these beautiful scrolls, they dormant quietly in the pictures, and whenever the sun shines here, they will jump out to make trouble .The more Freya came into contact with the bright and good-hearted part of the planet, the more she felt the unspeakable pain in the shadow.

The phone on the bedside suddenly turned on, she pulled away from her thoughts and got up with her clothes on.

Freya walked to the sofa by the window and sat down on the soft plush carpet, and unlocked the fingerprint lock.

"Luthor is moving.—Bruce"

"Do you know what Luther is planning?" she asked bluntly.

Bruce responded quickly.

"It's a bit of a guess, not a good one. I tried to break through Luthor's information protection yesterday, but it didn't work. I began to wonder how I got the information about Superman and the green stone from him before. If a person controls how to kill The way of the most powerful man in the world, how could he not put the highest protection on such documents."

Freya stared at the phone screen for a while before replying: "Because he wants you to be angry. He wants you to hate. He handed the knife to your hand, hoping that your resourcefulness and paranoia will stab the final deadly wound." one strike."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. He opened up his security system to me like a TV show, revealing one today and another tomorrow. He wants to lead me by the nose."

"I accepted the letter of employment from Lex Industries." Freya hesitated for a moment, but still said.

There was a long time gap between the messages this time.After about ten minutes, there was no reply from Bruce.

"I've had Batman and Bruce in the same scene, face to face, and headlines. And Luthor still found enough clues, enough for him to let go and try me. And you, I'd rather For your posture during the battle, enter the health data into the system, and then narrow the scope with the location of appearance and the corresponding public transportation records, and finally put the suspicious eyes on three or four people. Luthor is no more serious than me. Stupid, Freya, his greatest pleasure is trying to figure out the true identity of superpowers, he is proficient in this, and he is tireless. Don't let your feet jump into the trap."

Freya bit her lip.

"I know," she wrote, "but sometimes you have to jump into a trap to learn how it's made."

Bruce fell silent again.

So she got up, turned on the night light, and poured herself a glass of warm water.

The big bear squatted in front of her and stared at her, not understanding why his master was moving at this time.

There was a vibration, and the screen of the phone finally turned on——

"If you want to play with the flames, remember not to be hurt by the flames. Be careful, Freya."

Freya smiled.

"If you come up with an idea, remember to contact me at any time, I am waiting for Batman's orders."

"We'll need Superman," Bruce warned her.

"I'll find him," Freya wrote.

She put the phone aside and felt much calmer.

She went back to bed and lay down, and the bear jumped from the floor onto the bed and nestled beside her.

It's useless to think too much, only to act.

The next day she slept until noon before getting up comfortably, watering the flowers on the balcony, pouring some food for the big bear who had licked up a large pile of dog food in the food bowl, and then began to wash.

She secretly thanked herself for quitting her job so that she would have enough sleep time, so she wouldn't have to have dinner with Clark at night with two big dark circles under her eyes.

Freya spent the whole afternoon burying herself on the sofa and watching the news. It seemed that there was another big commotion in New York. The night before yesterday, a new superpower was tossing around in the square, causing a power outage in the whole city.If you switch to any channel, the editors and hosts are discussing this matter, and some entertainment programs are teasing the abilities of this new superpower.

She leaned against the back of the sofa and unconsciously fell asleep again exhausted.

In the evening, Clark met her downstairs.

Clark was wearing a striped shirt and slightly frumpy black-rimmed glasses.It can be seen that he has tried to take care of his hair, and the originally rough curly hair is smooth on his head.Seeing Freya going downstairs, he immediately smiled.

She wouldn't be surprised if someone came up to her right now and told Freya Clark Kent that he was an alien.In fact, from the first day she knew Clark, she began to wonder if there was a sun-human planet in the universe.There's always this magic about Clarke, he wears the most conservative clothes, the oldest hairstyle, but this small-town boy is always glowing, like he's a pure energy or something, made of pure warmth and hope.

She and Clark were going to eat at a newly opened restaurant a block away. Along the way, Clark couldn't stop describing to her how he felt about working in his new unit. simile.Freya herself didn't notice her stretched brows, her slightly raised lips, and her relaxed expression. She just followed Clark's thoughts and immersed herself in what should have been a very daily life.

"Aren't you happy, Freya?" Clark asked after they took their seats in the restaurant.

Freya was flipping through the menu, and said without raising her head, "Do I look unhappy, Clark."

"It's close to having 'I'm not happy' written on my face," Clark said.

"It's too late for me to be happy at home these days." Freya said, "It's you, I have seen the building of Planet Daily several times from a distance. It is very... unique. I don't know when Only then can you read the report signed by you."

"Soon." Clark pushed his glasses, "I can write an article right now, if you want to talk about your impressions."

Freya finally looked up and stared at him: "If you also ask me about Bruce, I will throw you out of the window, and I will do what I say. You are a reporter on the sports page, why are you staring at this kind of lace news. "

Clark smiled and shook his head. "People don't care about the debates of those orators on the political page, but only care about whether some of them are corrupt/corrupted or whoring/whoring; people don't care about the criminals who have been arrested on the social page, but only care about the ups and downs of the plot. You negotiate with Bruce Wayne, which at best occupies a sizeable place in the business section, but you retaliate after being dumped by Wayne, which can print the headlines of the entire newspaper. Sometimes I envy Gotham Entertainment The reporter is relaxed, relying on Wayne alone can support the family and not worry about food and clothing."

"Are you comforting me?" Freya also smiled, "Okay, Clark, I know what you're going to say. It's not because of this, I won't get angry with them, people have to treat themselves better."

Clark nodded approvingly.

"Seriously, you went to Gotham," he asked, shaking out the napkin, "did you see Batman?"

"I caught a glimpse from a distance." Freya said, "Why?"

"Someone sent something to the newspaper." Clark pursed his lips, "I don't like it."

Freya became alert: "What? A photo? A recording? Is it a weighty revelation?"

Clark put down his fork, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's some evidence of Batman's abuse of lynching when he was catching criminals. I saw the bat brand on those people. That's terrible, Freya."

"When?" Freya asked, "When were those photos taken?"

"Last week, at the port, all the captured criminals had the brand of bats on their bodies, which means that they may die at any time when they are in prison. This mark, it is the punishment of bats, and it is the death sentence announced by bats." Clark disgusted. explain.

Freya almost dropped the knife and fork in her hand.She opened her mouth to defend Bruce, but she didn't know what to think of, and suddenly her whole body shivered, and a chill came down her spine.

She concentrated, tilted her head slightly, and a few seconds later, fury climbed onto her face.

"What?" Clark asked almost in horror, not understanding why he had offended his friend.

"It's nothing." Freya's tone was still calm, and she controlled herself not to look at the biggest vase in the middle of the lobby, "I just saw someone who owed me money before."

"Oh." Clark said sympathetically, "I understand how it feels, it's helpless, right?"

Do you think everyone is a bun like you?Freya glared at him bitterly while being annoyed.

Clark, who was inexplicably angry again, touched his nose.

Freya took a few deep breaths, forced herself to calm down, and made another note to Luther in her heart.

They sat and ate, and for a while no one spoke.

The number of guests in the restaurant began to increase.

When a young waiter passed them for the third time, the tray he was holding tilted suddenly, and a bottle of wine flew over the edge and fell.Freya subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but a hand reached for the wine bottle almost at the same time as her. Freya suddenly changed direction and grabbed Clark's palm.

The bottle of wine fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a bang.

The waiter hurriedly started apologizing.

Freya followed that arm and looked at the slightly nervous Clark. She had an exaggerated frightened expression on her face, and calmly shook her head slightly.

Not knowing what to understand, Clark relaxed and held her hand.

"It's okay, just clean it up, but you surprised us." Freya withdrew her palm and touched her chest, "We don't want to pay for this, right? The two of us didn't do anything to you."

The young man just kept saying sorry, and a few cleaners came running from behind and started cleaning quickly.

Freya snorted contemptuously: "I can't even do this little thing well."

She stood up and gave Clark a hand, and he followed her to his feet.

"Let's go, Clark, what a bummer," she said, anger pooling in her heart.